July 29, 2012

Chris Piuma & Jared Stanley

Sunday, July 297:30 pm

Open Space Cafe2815 SE Holgate
Portland, OR

$5 suggested donation

Chris Piuma lives in Toronto (still!) where he's working on a
PhD on strange expressions of medieval multilingualism. His last
chapbook, Bell-lloc (Airfoil, 2011) was
brought to you by the number eight; he has lately been thinking
about the number nine. In the meantime he's been documenting his
poetry collection at Wordsmirch.

Jared Stanley is the author ofThe Weeds, Book
Made of Forest, and four chapbooks, including How the
Desert Did Me In. He is a member of the art collective
Unmanned Minerals, and a co-editor of Mrs. Maybe. He lives in
Reno, Nevada, where he is a Research Fellow at the Center for Art
+ Environment at the Nevada Museum of Art.

from Russia, or Realism: A Novel

SEVERUS SHE DESCENDED WITH A PAINFUL STRUGGLE INTO

appearance tall thin blackhaired and always badly shaved he was
sometimes uproarious and was

* * *

BREASTS WHICH NOW CAUSE SUCH

some one then moves

* * *

WHAT YOU DON'T ADMIT THAT THERE ARE SUCH FANTASTIC PEOPLE AMONG
THE PEASANTS

its colonies the crown strove to

* * *

THE MIND EITHER ALONE OR ATTENDED WITH

might get a hundred roubles

Chris Piuma

Civilian

Dust-touched letter
a magic ladder
in a rite of content-mentSelf-Realization Fellowship

Girls Youth Campone becomes a carrier
of professional human noticing
the disease of attention

it's better for you to be more
like the human you use
your body for
head shaved in mourning

Is it terrible to love people
for what they love even if
their love is war, is banishment,
is the color of cinematic blood?